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WHO: Lark, Lerith
WHERE: Lark's Workroom in the Hotel
WHAT: Lark Promised A Sweater
WHEN: January 26th
WARNINGS: None

Lark had made a promise, and promises were something that she took with quite a bit of seriousness. Granted between all of the other work she did it was not one she could deliver on nearly as quickly as she would have hoped for, even with her magic to help her spin and knit. Time, though, came and went, and at last Lark sent a message to Lerith's communication device, directing him to come to see her at her work room when he was free.

She of course included information for just where that work room was, and the hours she was most conveniently there to assist him.

AS it was she currently had the gift resting carefully in a box wrapped with the remains of the pink-purple paper she had gotten her own gift from the Agrii in. And, to deal with her magic burn headache, she was even sipping a cup of Rosethorn's reaction headache tea to try and soothe her mind. She'd burnt a lot of power to get this thing done as soon as she could.

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Lerith was sitting in front of the heater (such a glorious piece of metal magic) with a blanket wrapped around him. He was warm and content, that was for certain. Then the device beeped for attention. It took a little longer than he would have liked to fish it out of his cocoon, but he managed and looked at the message.

Oh! His sweater was done by Miss Lark!

He turned the not-quite-fire device off and made himself presentable with his device in pocket and scarf up around his head. Once the elf was certain he looked... eh, okay, that's when the room was temporarily vacated. Steps were quiet, like a mouse.

Soon Lark would hear a timid knock at her door, and Lerith stepped back to be polite. This was her 'home', so to speak.

It wasn't technically her home but her work room. Her room was next door. Still, there was much that could be fiddled with and magics that could be disturbed, so people just showing up without invitation or at least her present, that would be a problem. As it was Lark rose when she heard the knock and walked quickly to the door to open it.

She smiled warmly at the other man and nodded as she stood aside to open it for him.

"I'm sorry this was so very delayed. There was much going on for me and I lost attention briefly. Forgive me."

Lerith lets the warmth and light of the room wash over him as the door opens, her smile just as warm. A nod in both greeting and acknowledgement before he carefully maneuvered his way in and stood to the side so she could shut the door.

'no need to apologize. things were busy. i got a lot of blankets though so i wasn't cold for too long at least.'

He glanced around, hoping it was okay to do so, and noted the cup of tea. 'tea is good to keep warm too'

So was ale, but they didn't really have a tavern here like they did at home. The only thing they did have that was remotely close to feeling like a tavern was hanging out with The Iron Bull.

"I wish to extend one whether there is a need or not. I should have seen you warm far sooner."

She moves to the table, gesturing for him to join. Better to let him get his gift sooner. She picked up the box and passed it over.

"Yes, tea has warming properties, quite a few, but this cup is for another purpose. IT was my gift. A tea of my dear Rosie's concoction, it helps with headaches that come from using too much of one's magic too fast."

Lerith wanted to protest more, to say that he had a lot of blankets and a magic warming device, but he bit back the words. She was helping after all and the mute didn't want to know what her ire would be like if he pressed.

He sits at the table, looking...uncomfortable? Awkward? Sometimes it felt strange to be seated at a table - especially when she looked like she'd be in the upper ranks of Tevinter society.

Lerith looks at the box and is about to take it when his hands go back from it. He didn't want to be shocked by the wrapping like Tommy had been. 'wwrapping will shock me? tomy grabbed my present and was shocked by it at the... party.'

He glanced at the tea and nodded. 'if i had elfroot or embrium, i would give you some of that. help with aches both body and head. i have seeds to plant some but take time to grow in greeenhouse.'

Oh her ire was that of a disappointed mother who could use someone's clothes to bind them, so it wasn't a good idea to draw. That said, it was also hard to rouse.

"I don't think this will hurt you," Lark said. "I've collected some of what others shed. It seems quite free of magic after first opened. And I've never heard of those plants. I wonder if they would work. I've no familiarity with their purposes."

Lerith believed her, but was still cautious. His hands went out to carefully poke it, upsetting the box for a moment. When no shock came, there was a smile instead and Lerith pulled it to him.

'i do like the rwapping it is very nice. looks almost magical. i haven't received a present before'

The paper was carefully undone, making sure to keep the integrity of it as he did so. Once that was done, he set it aside neatly before opening the box and pulling out the sweater. It felt soft and that had the promise of warmth!

'it looks good! feels thick so that means it will be very warm!'

"Well, I can assure you there is no magic in this paper. That I would be able to see. It's merely reused paper."

She smiled at the look on his face. That was a comfort. He seemed to like it.

"It is quite warm. And as it's wool, it's rather naturally water resistant. But it does not breathe well, so it will not suit out of the winter and fall."

Lerith's face was bright as he looked over the sweater and felt it. Soft! And it was woven together tight so she was right - wouldn't breathe well so it'd keep him warm! Without thinking because to hell with it, he was excited, the mute pulled the scarf off so he could wiggle into the garment. That let her see the glint of metal tight around his neck, before it disappeared first under the sweater and then under the scarf as he put it back on.

[Warm!] came the excited sign. [You made this all on your own? Where did you find such warm material?]

Wait, back up.

'Where did you find such warm material?'

Ah, there was the excitement of clothing. She smiled to see him wear it, and while she saw the likely necklace, she didn't comment. She tried to mimic the signs he made, hoping to commit them to memory, even if she didn't know the meaning of them.

"The wool comes from the glownies. Shiro helps me gather it. I use my magic to spin and work it into thread or yarn, and make cloth and clothing from it. We also get silk from certain spiders here, but it's hard for me to harvest on my own."

What... what did she say it was from? His fingers flexed like he was trying to figure out how to sign whatever the hell a glownie was, but Lerith was stumped.

'what is glowny? never heard of it. does it glow? And the very idea of wearing a sweater made from magic made his pulse elevate. It didn't feel like bad magic. Was it in the yarn? Would it tighten and hurt him? No, no, no. She was doing this because she was nice, not because she wanted to hurt him.

'Get ahold of yourself, Lerith,' he chided himself mentally.

'didntknow that psidser could mke silk.' Tougher to type as he tried to pull his mind away from the thoughts of magic. His hands were shaking a little. No, no, he could do this. Lerith could wear a sweater for Maker's sake.

"I had not either," Lark admits as she takes up her spindle and starts to work it to spin more thread. "They are ponies, the size of sheep. They grow wool that glows. Well, so long as it is attached to the animal it glows. The glow fades quite soon after that. We keep a flock of them here."

Oh the poor thing, not knowing that the magic was used in the creation, but was long gone.

"The threads spiders spin are all called silk, but a woman I met here discovered that this webbing could be gathered, treated, and spun. I have less of it than I would like.

Wait there were animals here!? Lerith kept mostly to the hotel and diner as he adjusted to this place with strangers from stranger land but animals? Sheep! Or small ponies? Lark's words helped shove the anxiety of magic away. Yellow eyes brightened instead.

'they are horses? or small ones. smalll horses. sherses?' A small noise. A chuckle. 'i like animals. wa good with horses where i am from'

'oh? i didn't know that spider stuff could be used like that. are hte spiders really big here too? they are as big as i am in thedas'

Of course there were animals here, a good many of them. In fact, there was one in the room, but given it was cold, Little Bear was sleeping quite fitfully in his basket by the heater, making him mostly look like a little curled up mass of fabric in some ways.

"They are horse like, but not horses. There is always need for hands to help care for them. They are small, but they need a good amount of care. And are affectionate."

Are the spiders really big? Even Lark blanches as she nods. SHe didn't dare go after them alone.

"Too big for me to seem them out."

Lerith was absolutely going to look into the glownies and seeing if he could learn to care for them. He tried to picture what a glowing not-a-horse-sheep would look like. 'i will have to go find them when it is less cold. or i have more sweaters like this one'

The elf wiggles his arms a little before flexing his hands. At least her room was warm like his own. 'when i escape the villa i tried to stay in a few caves along the way sometimes. especailly if it rained. but spiders were there first so it was safer outside of the caves. are spiders small where you come from tehn?'

"Sounds like a plan. I hope spring comes soon."

Living in caves does not sound nice though. The poor thing needs some help, and she doesn't know how to give it.

"They are small. But here the spiders can be very large."

'i will make sure to avoid the large spiders. ulness i have the iron bull with me. he would probably like to beat them up.'

And it was nice to know someone else from Thedas was here and he didn't have to explain everything about his home-world. Trying to explain elves was difficult enough - how did you explain yourself and people when you didn't know anything about them?

'spring is nice. favorite season because everything in the world wakes back up. especially all the plants. i still need to go to the grenehouse here and plant my seeds.' And he didn't need to stay holed up in the hotel all the time. There was a freedom here that he didn't quite have back in Thedas.

'do you have a faorvirte season?'

"The Iron Bull? Is that a form of weapon?"

She doesn't know a lot of people, including him. So she assumed it was like that. Even since she knew people were prone to referring to weapons with names and gendered pronouns.

"You sound a bit like my Rosie, so to speak. She loved spring best, even though Summer is thick growth and fall is harvest. But me? I like the summer, when the sheep are sheered, the rabbits fur cut, the fibers gathered. It's also trade season, so there are dyes and vibrant colors."

The noise he makes is that breathy laugh, the only sound he can make to show his amusement, at her statement. 'yes and no. he is qunari warrior from my world, thedas. big man, big horns, eyoatch. has a geoup called the Bull’s chargers' Lerith is grinning now and feeling far more at ease.

He sobers up just a little. 'where i used to live, tevinter, was warm all the time. i don’t think ive ever seen snow until i escaped to haven and was brought here.' Those yellow eyes focus back on Lark. 'who is roses?'

The breathy laugh is what finally leads to the dog in the basket under the table to awaken. Little Bear gives a small woof and Lark's hand came down to halt the dog from slipping out to greet their companion.

She had no idea how Lerith was with animals.

"Forgive me, I have a dog in here. He is friendly but if you are not fond of them, I can send him off to my room. Usually he listens to me."

But she takes the rest in mind. She'll have to make him a warm coat too. He'll need it. And a scarf. Poor thing.

"Rosie, for Rosethorn. My beloved back home."

The sight of the dog gets an immediate reaction from Lerith. Instead of the apprehension when talking about the spiders, his whole face lights up seeing the canine. The conversation gets forgotten because dog!

'no no i like dogs i lkei anmails a lot atcucaly'

His excitement is apparently the cause for his spelling to really fly out of the window. 'waht is teh dg's name?' One hand goes down to offer knuckles to sniff, since he never offered fingers first.

She had worried, with how shy he was, that the dog might be upsetting. But no, his joy makes Lark smile.

"This is Little Bear. If you would like, you can pet him."

With that she lowers her arm, and Little Bear takes this as permission to lean forward to sniff his knuckles. Then he was standing and pushing out from under the table. He was a large dog, like a wolfhound, but with pale fur that had a serious curl to it. And he was clearly happy for company from how his tail was going.

People could do far more harm than animals, in Lerith's honest and silent opinion. Okay, maybe he should clarify pets and not all animals.

His hands move: Hand up at chest level palm down and he lowers it; both hands cross at his chest to 'claw' at the front area of his shoulders.

[Little Bear!]

Lerith carefully moved his hand to pet the wolfhound, the smile widening on his face. Now his hands were splayed facing upwards, and pinched downwards. [Soft!]

Lark watches the motions of his hands very carefully. They are always worth studying. She tries to mimic them, one after enough, repeating the best she could.

Little Bear, he didn't care. Just liked following those fingers, to try and get more petting. Any time those hands weren't on him was a mistake, didn't the new person know that? So silly.

Oh of course, Little Bear, it was very thoughtless of Lerith to stop petting you. The fingers go back to petting and giving pets to the goodest boy as the elf becomes radiant compared to how he had been previously. Less paranoid and skittish, like the shadows were going to take physical form to snatch him away.

He looks to Lark again, and repeats the motions for Little Bear's name, then points to the canine. [Little Bear name.] Maybe when Lark knew more sign, she could teach the hound commands!

Clearly the man is very fond of the dog, and Lark smiles. She mimics the finger gestures. Yes, she might start reinforcing Little Bear's already existent commands with gestures Lerith could use.

"You can take him for walks from time to time if you'd like. He is leash trained, though I haven't used it much."

Lerith is very fond of animals in general - as long as they weren't biting ones, or were large with too many legs. Did people even like spiders? Probably not. Maybe that was just his own experiences from Thedas.

He gives her a questioning look. 'leash? what is thatt? i can take him for walks if you would like. i like to think i'm good with animals. i was good with horses where i am from at least.' He had managed to get one to escape his owner for what that was worth.

Some people probably liked Spiders. Lark didn't mind them very much at all. But ones larger than dogs might be uncomfortable. They sure were here.

"A leash is a long piece of reinforced fabric that connects to his collar, so that you can guide him around. Otherwise he might get himself in trouble."

Perhaps he might not like that. But that was what he was trained with here now.

Lerith would agree with Lark on that, if he knew what she was thinking. Thankfully he wasn't an untrustworthy mage, so he didn't know.

A long piece of... yes, that made sense. Lerith grins at the idea of Little Bear getting into trouble. 'i will walk him with leash then when you need me to. i live here in hotel as well so it makes it easier.'

More pets for Little Bear, to make sure that he knew he was being a good boy! A very good boy, yes! And getting all that fur on his new sweater. Good!

Oh that's wonderful. Help with her lovely pet. Oh Lark was so excited about this. She smiled and offered a brief clap of pleasure. Little Bear rolled to offer his belly even as Lark reached for the woven leash to take it out to offer him.

"I will hang it by the door, and you would be welcome to come walk him whenever you wished, if he's in here. He would love it."

Little Bear made an offer that Lerith couldn't refuse - so the hound got bellyrubs. It was very tempting to steal the pet for himself, but the elf had enough willpower to keep from doing so. He was going to be taking him for walks after all!

Yellow eyes were bright, looking to Lark. 'okay!,' he typed. 'i will make sure he gets a lot of good walk in to get the energy out. and a lot of bellyrubs. he seemsto like those a lot!'

Stealing Little Bear might be hard. He knew where his food came from, and Lark reminded him of all of his owners, so he would no doubt come back to Lark at the end of the day. Lark, not knowing the thought, was left smiling though.

"He does love them," Lark confirmed, even as the dog's tail slapped loudly against the floor with happiness, "quite a bit. And he will love having a new friend."

Yeah, but belly rubs, Lark. Belly rubs! Maybe Lerith could entice Little Bear to the not-that-dark-side with those. But the elf doesn't know her thoughts about not knowing his, so nothing goes said about it.

'i should head out for now. i will wear my sweather a lot. thank you for making it for me! i can see you put a lot of work into making it'

Of course belly rubs. They were a good choice for many animals.

"I was glad to make it," she says, her voice soft and fond. "Feel free to ask again if you wish to have more things. And I am serious about coming to walk the dog."

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